Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.